"Are you willing to be my servant?"
Slytherin stared at Silby from within the belly of the snake.
A hidden flame burned quietly in his green eyes.
Silby was beginning to feel unhappy. He was the son of the king of a country, and now he was going to be replaced by someone else as a servant. He had never been in such a difficult situation in his sixteen years of life. If others knew about this, he would lose a lot of face.
However, after about half a second, he gave up his laughable dignity. There was no other reason. He did not want to go back to the high tower, back to his maid, and back to the path that his father had arranged for him to become a king. He had to find his true value.
When he thought about his goal, this little humiliation was nothing. Besides, this guy had a lot of magic books behind him.
"Okay." Silby nodded calmly. "I don't mind."
This time, it was Slytherin's turn to be surprised. "Wait, are you that easy to talk to? Do you know what it means to be a servant? "
"I know, but in return."
Silby pointed at Slytherin's bookshelf. "I want to read your books, and I hope you can teach me some basic knowledge of magic."
After a moment of silence, Slytherin smacked his lips.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk … So that's what you want."
"Can't I?"
"Hmm … You can, but if it's you …" Slytherin stared at Silby and hesitated. What kind of expression was that? Sometimes he was excited, sometimes he was cold, and sometimes he was arrogant.
But in the end, pride prevailed. He stood up, his short and small figure casting a huge meandering shadow on the snake wall. He raised his head and laughed, "What's the harm? Look as much as you want. Just remember, no matter what kind of person you become, you will always be my servant."
Looking at Slytherin's confident and domineering appearance, Silby's mouth twitched. But he quickly calmed down, stood up, and bowed slightly in front of the fire. "As you wish, master."
"Hahahaha ~"
Salazar Slytherin let out a hearty laugh. Then he suddenly took a step forward and grabbed Silby's arm. Accompanied by a piercing pain, Silby let out a muffled groan. He took a step back and shook off his hand.
At this moment, he saw a ring-shaped green snake pattern on his arm. It moved slowly, revealing its triangular head. It stared at Silby's eyes and stopped moving.
"This …?"
Silby widened his eyes in shock.
Slytherin smiled and said, "I'll leave a mark on you. From now on, you're mine. If anyone dares to bully you, you can show this to them."
Then, Slytherin's smile disappeared. "If you betray me, it can also take your life in an instant."
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For a long time after that, Silby did not see the sun during the day. He stayed in the snake's belly and became Salazar Slytherin's personal servant.
Every day, he woke up early to prepare breakfast for Slytherin and help him wash his dirty clothes. After Slytherin finished his breakfast, he began to mop the floor, wipe the table, and clean up the magic waste. He worked hard without complaint and did not let go of any corner of the house. He tidied up the house in the snake's belly so neatly that even the picky Slytherin could not find any fault with it.
After cleaning up, he prepared lunch for Slytherin. No matter what ingredients Slytherin prepared for him, he could focus on turning it into a delicious dish.
In the afternoon, Slytherin would do some magic experiments, ponder over some spells or potion recipes. During these times, Silby would stay beside him and help him take notes without saying a word.
In the evening, Slytherin would read a book for a while. Then, he would make tea, tidy up the table, and light the candles to the best light for reading.
Even before he went to bed, Slytherin could feel Zizi tidying up his blanket.
From the first day, the second day, the third day, the fourth day … Slytherin wanted to find some flaws in Zizi and criticize him or find fault with him. This was what every master would do.
But in reality, Zizi was like an accurate clock. He did not feel tired at all, and his words were appropriate and polite. Slytherin did not know how to find fault with him. He could not even feel his presence. He felt that every day when he woke up, whatever he wanted, the other party would be able to give it to him in less than a second.
Zizi did not know what to say about this. He felt that he was lucky to have found a treasure, but at the same time, he felt that Zizi's ability to work was terrifying. Sometimes, he even felt that he was not worthy of his servant.
However, Slytherin did not go back on his words. Whenever he was in a good mood, he would teach Silby some basic magic cultivation techniques, as well as the secret language between wizards.
Silby learned these things almost immediately without any hindrance. It was as if the knowledge was already in his mind, and all he had to do was recall it.
When Slytherin purposely injected some personal ideas into his knowledge, he could almost instantly tell which were the good stuff and which were the bad stuff.
For example, when Slytherin taught him the seven major magical disciplines and told him that black magic was the strongest and most effective magic in the world, Silby nodded in agreement, but he did not agree with him.
Salazar Slytherin had a special preference for black magic, but Zizi did not. He was extremely interested in every discipline. Everything was new and unknown to him. No matter if it was potions, curses, herbs, black magic, transfiguration, astrology, or even the history of magic, he was extremely interested in them all.
However, he did not show his talent and ability to Salazar Slytherin. Every day, he would memorize the simplest things like the Forty Syllables of the Sorcerer's alphabet. Sometimes, he would even ask Slytherin some "difficult" questions to satisfy his desire to be a teacher.
However, after working hard every day, after Salazar Slytherin fell asleep, he would spend two hours flipping through Slytherin's books.
That was the happiest time of the day. During that time, he could completely forget himself and immerse himself in the sea of magic, feeling the joy of his spirit being developed.
Just like that, time flew by quickly.
A month later, the wriggling giant snake stopped.
On this day, Slytherin brought Silby out of the giant snake's belly, where they had lived for a month, and into the outside world.
It was early in the morning. Slytherin brought Silby and Owl to the mouth of the giant snake. The giant snake slowly opened its mouth. After they left the snake's mouth, the giant snake closed its mouth behind them and merged with the surrounding hills. It became a small hill and could no longer be seen.
"Let's go, I'll bring you to Pandora."
Slytherin breathed in the fresh air of the forest and stretched.
"Pandora, here?"
Silby looked around. The light illuminated the scenery in front of him. He and Slytherin were standing in a dense forest, with hills everywhere. There was also a dense mass of vines. There was no sign of a living person at all.
"It's here. However, in order to prevent the spies from the Church from finding us, we have to borrow the help of our cute magic friend."
Slytherin finished speaking and took out a black wooden wand. After a month of learning, Silby already knew that it was called a magic wand. It was a tool used to increase magic power and help wizards cast spells.
Slytherin raised the wand and knocked on the air. "Quickly reveal yourself."
The air was pulled apart like a transparent curtain, revealing the two low hills behind.
Between the two hills, there were charred ruins, a collapsed dome, and a bronze door that had been closed for a long time.
Looking at the door, Silby suddenly felt a surge of magic power. There was something hidden behind the door, and it made him very excited.
"Welcome to Pandora." Slytherin said with a smile.
He brought Silby through the bronze door.
Silby was stunned. He was secretly brought to the capital of Aragon, Gorongosa, to participate in his father's circumcision ceremony.
At that time, he was shocked by the pointed churches that could be seen everywhere in Gorongosa. There were tall crosses and statues of the crucified Jesus. He also remembered the moment when the sun broke through the clouds after the rain ended.
He thought that it was the largest city in the world.
But now, he felt that the city paled in comparison to this place.
Five or six kilometers away, there was a steep cliff that was a thousand meters high. It was like a screen that went deep into the sea. It was like a giant's strong arm that embraced the whole city, and it also blocked the strong winds and huge waves that might come from the outside. It created an excellent natural deep-water harbor.
The castle on the mountain and the sea was like a sword that pierced the clouds.
Below the castle, there were black stone towers that towered among the magnificent gray-blue mountains. There was an endless blue sea, and a fleet of ships with red triangular flags.
In the distance, there were the cries of the Mediterranean seagulls, and the faint mournful tune of the Scottish bagpipes. Although they were torn apart by the sea wind, it still gave the illusion of a melancholy and empty space.
Below the castle, the streets were as straight as an arrow, and the solid walls surrounded the outside. More than a hundred docks were spread out on the shore, and there were countless ships docked in the harbor. There was an endless stream of deep-water fishing boats and river rafts, boatmen with poles, and merchant ships unloaded goods from England, France, and Arabia.
Along the docks, there were countless barns, brick warehouses, wooden inns, and market stalls. There were taverns, shops, and brothels, one after another. Even though he was still far away, he could still hear the noise in the fishing market. There were wide boulevards, winding streets, and alleys that were too narrow for two people to walk side by side.
What a magnificent city.
"Pandora."
Salazar Slytherin took a deep breath and said intoxicatedly, "The smell of magic, the smell of life, no matter how many times I come, it's always so unforgettable."
At this moment, the ground shook, and a group of elephants brushed past Silby and Slytherin, letting out high-spirited cries.
Every elephant had snow-white teeth inlaid with gold, and was draped in red cloth.
There was a dark-skinned man sitting on every piece of red cloth. He spoke in an unknown language and laughed boorishly. There were a few women with the same dark skin in his arms.
As they walked, a few of the black men even grabbed a handful of gold coins from the elephants and threw them down. It was extremely extravagant.
The elephant troop rumbled past, causing countless passersby to stop and snatch the gold.
Foreigners.
Silby had more or less heard from Grand Secretary Hugo that there was a group of black-skinned natives in the southwest of the continent. They used to rule over Aragon in the early years, but they had been exterminated. He did not expect to see them here.
"Hmph, rich black men." Slytherin shook his neck disdainfully.
"Are they all wizards?" He asked Slytherin.
Slytherin sneered, "Wizards? Wizards dare to be so ostentatious? They're just a bunch of fodder. "
After a month of living together, Silby had already gotten used to Slytherin's extreme thoughts. Although he was not interested in foreigners, he still bowed and said, "I understand, master."
Suddenly, there was a commotion from the other side of the harbor.
Silby caught a glimpse of a gorgeous ship slowly approaching from the spacious harbor. It passed by a deep-draft whaling ship covered in black tar and slowly sailed into the city. The ship's body was painted with a Sparkle of gold. High on the ship's mast hung a Latin sail that was meticulously sewn with warp and weft yarn. Dozens of thick grey sail ropes crisscrossed in the setting sun like a spider's web, trying to capture everything. The ship's sails were rolled up, and an iron ram gently slapped the surface of the water. The ship's bow was engraved with a huge golden lion head, looking extremely domineering.
"So ostentatious, it's definitely not a wizard's ship, right?"
Silby joked.
But when he turned his head, he saw that Slytherin's face had turned livid, angry, and humiliated. Even the vertical scar on his face had brightened up.
Silby had never seen such an expression on Slytherin's face.
Slytherin looked at the golden lion head ship approaching and clenched his fists so tightly that they cracked.
"Damn you …"
He said in a low voice, "I knew you would come."
Sensing that Slytherin's state was not right, Silby knew better than to disturb him.
After a few changes of expression, Slytherin calmed down. He expressionlessly took out a small pouch of money from his pocket and threw it to Silby. "Go, book a first-class room at the Shell and Conch Tavern, then go buy some things. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, he parted the crowd and walked into the crowd without looking back.
Seeing him leave so quickly, Silby could not help but ask, "What are you going to do?"
Slytherin did not answer. He waved his hand and disappeared into the crowd.
"Hmph, you really trust me."
Silby muttered as he weighed the pouch in his hand.
Silby felt relieved after Slytherin's departure. Although that guy did not do anything to him, he could always feel that pair of snake-like eyes scanning his body, waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble. He did not know what the green snake tattoo on his hand was for, but he was sure that it was not some kind of blessing magic.
That guy who liked to watch living people being devoured by thousands of snakes was not very kind.
A bird flew down from the sky and landed on Silby's shoulder. It was the Night Owl.
Silby stroked its feathers and said softly, "Brother Frog, thank you for your hard work."
During the one month in the snake's belly, he worked every day in a place where there was no sun. He relied on this owl's biological clock. It reminded him to go to bed and wake up on time every day so that he could maintain enough sleep and rest during the high-intensity slave work. If it weren't for it, he would have been exhausted because he couldn't tell the difference between day and night.
He was very grateful to the Night Owl.
"Silby, I have to go."
The Night Owl pecked his shoulder affectionately. "It's sad to say that."
"What?"
Silby's heart skipped a beat. He was used to this helper, and he did not expect it to leave so soon after arriving at Pandora.
The Night Owl sighed. "I came out this time just to deliver a letter to my master. Once I deliver it, I have to go back."
"Can't you stay by my side?"
Silby's heart was stirred. Under Salazar Slythrin's tyranny, the two of them could be said to be brothers in distress. They had supported each other for a month in the serpent's belly, which was like a cell.
Now that they had just escaped, the Night Owl said it wanted to leave. This made Silby very sad.
"I will treat you well. One day, I will become the greatest wizard in the world." He touched his heart and said.
"I don't doubt that, Silby." The Night Owl shook its head and cooed. "I have never seen someone as talented as you. Never."
"Then why …?"
"But that won't do, Silby. I have a master. This contract is for life. "
Silby was shocked. "Is it the same for me and Slytherin?"
The Night Owl sighed sadly. "A wizard's contract is sacred. If you break it, you will be punished by fate. Silby, I couldn't warn you when we were in the snake's belly, but I have to say it now.
Salazar Slytherin comes from the swamp and the dark land. He is the most famous Dark Wizard in recent years. No one wants to deal with him unless they have to. "
"Don't tell me that I have no other choice?"
Silby raised the green snake tattoo that Slytherin had planted on his arm and sighed. "We can't do anything in the snake's belly."
"I understand. So, sigh, you are on your own. "
"Is that so …"
Silby was very disappointed, but he quickly composed himself and pulled himself together. "Thank you for taking me out of the castle. Have a safe trip."
The Night Owl flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
Silby watched it fly higher and higher. He lowered his head sadly and turned to walk towards Pandora City.
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his shoulder. The Night Owl that had just left had returned.
"Frog?"
Silby looked at it in surprise.
Coocoo.
The Night Owl patted his face affectionately. It pecked a feather from its wing with its beak and put it in Silby's hand.
"If you are in trouble one day, you can call my real name. I am Dragon Sparrow. At that time, no matter where I am, I will hear your call and come find you."
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